 | John Franklin Genung - 1995 - 546 pagini
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 | Victor L. Cahn - 1996 - 889 pagini
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 | Kay Redfield Jamison - 1996 - 388 pagini
...color, beauty, and belief: I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises. And indeed it goes so heavily...air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire — why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 132 pagini
...queen moult no feather. I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily...most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave zss o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why it appeareth nothing... | |
 | Wen-Shing Tseng, Jon Streltzer - 1997 - 276 pagini
...unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! ... I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises; and indeed,...air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire: why it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation... | |
 | Elizabeth M. Knowles - 1997 - 728 pagini
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 | Stanley Wells - 1997 - 438 pagini
...written with consummate artistry, reaching, for example, the heights of Hamlet's meditation on man: ... it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly...canopy the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire - why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and... | |
 | William Luce - 1998 - 60 pagini
...happened to me? (As Hamlet.) I have of late, — but wherefore I know not, — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily...air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — why it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent... | |
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I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the... 
